Wedding Night Sex Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

It would take a week for the news of the bride change to make its way through the family's internal channels. That whole week, all of Chicago's underworld was buzzing. People said I'd actually given up a wedding that was right within my grasp. Others said Sofia Colombo must have some serious pull—making Vincent swap brides right before he was set to take over. I paid no mind to any of it. On the fourth afternoon before the wedding, Vincent's most trusted man, Paul, showed up at the back door of my private clinic, carrying a brand-new Louis Vuitton suitcase.

He started fucking me hard and rough from behind while his groomsmen watched, already palming their cocks through their pants. “Look at her take it,” Adrian groaned, spanking my ass hard. “This is the woman who’s been organizing my wedding for weeks. Now she’s getting fucked like a whore the night before.” The degradation burned through me. Being used as live entertainment for the groom and his friends felt filthy and wrong… but it made me wetter than I’d ever been. Adrian pounded me mercilessly, his hips slapping loudly against my ass. “Stroke your cocks and watch,” he told his friends. “This tight pussy is mine tonight.”

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 11: The Contract Wife** **Chapter 2** Elena woke up the next morning with Lorenzo’s thick cock already buried deep inside her. He was fucking her slowly from behind while she was still half-asleep, one large hand possessively cupping her breast, the other gripping her hip. His breath was hot against the back of her neck. “Morning, wife,” he murmured, thrusting deeper. “Time to start your new routine.”

"I knew you were just a slut, disgusied as an overpriced wedding planner. Bet you're fucking Roland too." Michelle moaned louder, pushing back on his dick while her tits bounced on the sink. "Yes....harder....fuck my sloppy cunt with that big daddy's cock." The door of the bathroom was unlocked. Just the thought of Brianna catching them, her husband's cock in the wedding planner's tight pussy, drove her to the edge. He gripped her hips tighter, cock head, battering her g spot. "So close... Fuck i'm cumming. Squeeze your pussy on my cock."

Sabrina and Sean got married under a special arrangement which left Sabrina wallowing in shame living like a gold digger that she was labeled as. The Winter family was a bad situation when the couple got married.Everyone thought that Sabrina had climbed onto Sean’s bed to warm up to him just get a few millions out of him. But,no one really cares to find out the truth about the marriage between them,not even Sean himself. They got married due to the scandal about three years ago.Then,she gave birth to their son,Sage Sheldon a year later.

Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.” She stared at the picture every night while her vibrator buzzed between her legs and her husband slept in the next room. The fantasies grew darker each time. Five strangers. A penthouse suite. No names. No limits except the safe word she knew she would never use. Just a weekend of being used so thoroughly she would feel them for weeks. Friday arrived cold and wet. She told her husband she was having a girls’ night in the city. He kissed her cheek and told her to have fun. She almost came right there in the doorway from the guilt and the thrill.

" Rome said with his drunk voice, but she did not listen to him. She's used to him now. It's been a year since they married, and this is how their scene has always been every night. Rome would come home at dawn, drunk, and she would take care of him, and then the next day, the two of them would act as if nothing had happened like their relationship was okay. One of their housemaids tried to help her, but she refused. She can take care of her husband very well. She managed to take Rome to his room on the house's second floor. Yes, they do not sleep in the same room. They have been married for a year but still do not sleep in the same room. Rome could not even look at her face.

His hands gripped my bare ass under the dress as he carried me straight to the bedroom, kissing me rough the whole way, tongues fighting. The bedroom was just as luxe as the sitting room,huge king bed with dark sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows, a mirror on one wall perfect for watching. He threw me down on the bed, dress bunched around my waist, tits out, legs spread. His eyes were dark with hunger, cock still out and throbbing from the car. I was soaked, aching, ready for him to wreck me all weekend. But even as he climbed on top, part of my mind flashed back to Lisa’s creamy fingers and that flirty “by you” line. My pussy clenched harder at the mix of it all.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

For a moment there, I thought I felt his body shudder. "Sure thing, but you better put out in the morning. There's nothing good like sex in the morning to get the day started." I giggled against his chest before he slowly pushed me from him, laying me down on the cool sheets. My eyes were heavy but I still watched him as he stood up and pulled the condom from himself and tossed it in the bedside trash can. Instead of putting any clothes on, like I thought he might, he crawled back into bed next to me and stared up at the ceiling as a small smile tugged at his lips.